"So, this is Norm Ward?"
"I think he is Norm Ward."
"Really?"
"Really, do you think I could lie to you?"
The atmosphere in the interrogation room was supposed to be quite serious, but due to the conversation between Bologue and Geoffrey, it was inexplicably lively.
Geoffrey glanced at Bologue next to him, then at the photo of Norm Ward in his hand, and finally at the poor devil being treated by a doctor while being interrogated at the table.
Unlike the fierce image in the photo, the "Norm Ward" in front of them had a dim look in his eyes and was slouched in the chair, his hands cuffed behind the chair, displaying a chest covered with blood and wounds, and beneath the skin were faint protrusions of broken and misaligned bones.
The doctor stood beside him, wiping away the bloodstains while injecting some strangely colored potions. With each injection, Norm's body convulsed as if enduring some kind of agony.
